“I suppose you have come here to tell me you have proof that I should not expect you to be the mastermind behind this little plot?” Cyra snarls as...her daughter stops before her.Eris suppresses a smile and says, “Not at all mother. In fact I haven’t found a single piece of evidence to point at anyone.”“So why are you here?” Cyra asks.“To submit myself to you,” she answers, dropping to one knee. “And to beg for forgiveness.”Cyra looks at her daughter with one of surprise. She peels herself from. That was terrific! Let’s do that again next year, don’t you think?” Ninve urged me, tearing off her Snow White costume after being gang-banged in it several times over.“Works for me!” Sandra added, revealing herself as one of the three Cleopatras at the festival.“Tom, is that you?” Catwoman undressed in front of everyone to rush at her husband and kiss him fiercely on the mouth.“Robin? I should have known! Girl, you really are a sexy cat!” Tom told his ravishingly beautiful wife as he caressed. " Is everyone in your country this nosy and paranoid?"There was no response."I want you to take your shorts down so that I can see you naked." I don't believe you. You act as if you are the General in some army and I must obey your every command." That's a hurtful comment." Well, you do. You ask all kinds of things that are really weird for a fourteen year old girl and are certainly none of your business. Then tell me to drop my pants so that you can inspect me. What, to see if I am good. I first started behaving like this after a night out at a local club about a year ago, with the girls from the salon when I had just started as the Saturday girl. We had a great night dancing and drinking, and by the end of the night I was completely hammered. One of the girls phoned me a cab and I somehow managed to tell the driver where to go, in between fits of the giggles. When we arrived outside my house I realised that I couldn’t find any money to pay the fare and must have spent it all.